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Diana's POV.

It was late in the morning on Saturday and I laid on my bed reading the latest vogue magazine. I felt jobless since I wasn't going to work that day. It seemed like the more I concentrated on my job, the less socially active in my social life. I rested the magazine on my chest and looked at the roof. I needed to be more social. How would I move on and meet new people if I was cutting them off just because a man once broke my heart? 

Suddenly, I thought of Dominic. Was I also distancing myself from him?

 We spent the whole Friday together at the amusement park and we didn't call to check up on each other. Even if it was just to ask if any of us had fun.

 I slid my hand under my pillow and brought my iPhone. I checked the notification to see he called or texted me, but he didn't. Well, I wasn't expecting him to text me.

 I clicked my tongue against my upper gum and rolled to the side. Maybe he didn't miss me. 

I cracked a weak laugh. Who was I kidding?

 I wasn't the lady he loved. It was Annie. I sighed and dropped my iPhone beside. 

Should I call him if he won't call me? I mean that's how to move on and stop cutting people from my life. Isn't it? If I loved Dominic and wanted to build a relationship with him then I need to show him I'm interested, right? 

I shook my head. What if he was still in love with Annie?

I've met Annie a few times whenever I visited my elder brother, Chad. She worked for him as a caretaker. Chad has a terrible accident a long time ago which made him crippled, so Annie was hired to take care of him. I hardly talked to her, but I could tell that she was in love with my brother. She paid close attention to him and stared at him alot whenever he wasn't looking. I wasn't sure if Chad also liked her because it was hard to read him.

I raised my hand to brush some strands of my hair backward and my mind went to that moment on the ferris wheel when Dominic held my hand. a warm chill swept through me and I smiled. He was so caring that my heart fluttered. My cheek blushed as I remembered the kiss. It felt like I was floating in the sky. 

I touched my chest, feeling my beating heart and bit my bottom lip. There was something about the way he looked at me while we were on the wheel. It was like I was the only one in his world. I shivered in delight and picked my up my iPhone. I should stop waiting for him to call and just call him.

I unlocked my phone and the door of my bedroom opened. My Mom stepped inside.

I groaned and sat up. "Mom, you can't just barged into my room like this." 

She wore an expensive loose flowing gown and her hair was styled into a tight braided bun. Her light brown skin glowed as she stood before my window looking at me. "Are you talking to me in such a manner?" She challenged me.

"Then you have knocked, that is just proper Etiquette." I wasn't sure about her reasons for barging into my room for the first time in two years, but I'm certain she just wants to stir up trouble. Besides, didn't she traveled to Singapore two days ago? When did she come back?

I turned on the bed and dropped my legs on the floor. I wore my fluffy teddy bear shaped slipper and looked at her. "What do you want?"

She crossed her hands and sat on the chair beside my nightstand and crossed her legs in all grace and elegance. "I came to see you. I haven't been around lately, so I decided to check on you."

I chuckled dryly and shook my head. She had never had time for me since I was a child, so why now?

"Don't you think it is too late to be doing that now?" 

She pinched the bridge of her nose and narrowed her eyes at me. "Diana, can't we just get along for once."

I looked at her and nodded. Maybe I shouldn't be too hard on her. She was still my mother after all. "Okay." I gave in and picked up my phone. It felt so awkward being alone with my mother without us arguing about something. 

"So, I met Liam some days ago and he told me you have a new boyfriend. Is that true?"

I knew it! I knew she was up to something. Liam and my mom, Ashley, didn't get along. So I'm wondering how they even manage to strike up a conversation. 

"Why do you want to know? Are you trying to see if he is up to your standard?"

My mom was the reason why most of my affairs didn't last. it is either she is belittling them or ruining their reputation just because they weren't close to her qualifications. I'm certain she won't approve of my affair with Dominic. It isn't like she ever approved of anything I did.

She scoffed. "Why do I want to know?!" she jerked up and walked to my front. She pointed at me, jerking her hand and narrowing her eyes. "I'm your mother, young lady and do well to speak to me properly!"

I lost my patience with her and stood up. "Oh, so now you want me to treat you like a mother?! Tell me, have you ever treated me like your daughter?!" I challenged her.

She was quiet for a second. Just a second. Then she crossed her hands and looked at my bed. She scoffed when she saw the vogue magazine facing down on my bed and shook her head. "Forget it, you are just a waste of my time." She said and left my room.

I took a deep breath and blinked back the tear that threatened to fall. I won't let her words hurt me anymore. 

So I ignored her words and dialed Dominic's number. I'm going to find my peace elsewhere.

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